Broken Doors

On the train to work this morning one of the doors is broken. If you push the button to open the door it just clicks and hisses at you like an irritated snake and refuses to budge.

How do I know this? Because at absolutely every bastard stop from King's Lynn to Cambridge some numpty, often several numpties, have pushed the door open button despite there being not one but two signs on the door with a pictogram depicting a train door with a big red line through it which even Slime Beasts of the Planet Zod could work out means "These doors are broken". Presumably it's this international wordless sign so we don't upset any uppity immigrants who would then sue for "distress and anxiety" because the train company didn't write "Out of Order" in their fucking language

OK so the brain dead trolls employed by National Distress East Anglia have stuck the signs on upside down but the meaning is still, I would posit, pretty clear.

Ah, another station, Whittlesford Parkway... Proper commuter belt now, maybe it was just the webbed fingered bog dwellers of the fens who are too dense to work out that when the sign says "Broken door" there is a fighting chance that said door won't open.

Click... Hisssssss... Click... Hisssssss....

Audley End maybe?

Click... Hisssssss... Click... Hisssssss....

Fucking hell I despair.

Cold

October (n): Tenth month of the year, characterised by leaves falling off trees, night-time temperatures dipping down towards freezing and One fucking Railway failing to turn on the heating on their fucking shitty trains.

Wankers. I've had to set fire to a grandmother this morning just so I can warm the claws up enough to type this.

Cold

Your dragon is typing this on the 7:15 from Cambridge to London.

There is no heating due to a "technical problem". It is -1 outside and my back paws are very cold. I have tried breathing on the but they just aren't getting warm. In fact the restof me is gradually getting colder and colder as our little mobile fridge winds it way through the frozen, foggy Essex countryside.

Dragons do lot like being cold, it makes them grumpy. I am a very grumpy dragon this morning.

I'm just hoping that One Railway will send a ticket inspector through the train - we can set fire to him and that might make us all a bit happier.